Name ~ Lizbeth Rae Syn

Age ~ 27

Sex ~ Shemale

Height ~ 5'8

Weight ~ 130-140 lbs

Orientation ~ Bisexual

Short Description

I suppose the easy way to quickly sum Lizbeth up would be simply to describe her as, in short, a short tempered, arrogant punk with a vile attitude and gargantuan tool between her thighs, ready and willing to rape and abuse anyone that catches her sick attention.

Standing at a moderate height, with an equally moderate frame, she wasn't anything remarkable as far as the Sinifer standards go, though she wouldn't look at it that way, carrying herself with a smug, arrogant aura that envelopes every bit of her being, looking down upon anyone that happens to be graced with her presence. She wasn't shy, not one bit, the moment her interest was caught by anything, she'd have her fat, dripping fuck-rod out and would proceed to batter their faces with it, that's the type of hedonistic bitch that Lizbeth is, only caring about herself and her own, sadistic desires. The burning need to demoralize and degrade everyone else around her, simply to make herself feel superior, the only feeling she craves.

As far as her actual appearance, as stated, it wasn't really much to brag about, in fact. She came off as fairly average girl hanging out at the local rock show, pierced in every way imaginable, covered in sick, perverse tattoos and clinging to black, overly whorish attire, showing off the lewd and delicious curves that she did posses, mostly the generous shape and bulge of her chunky ass, pushing out the back of her pants in the most enticing of ways. Her flesh was overly pale, blushing a bright red whenever she were too cold or too excited, offering the only thing that could be considered cute upon her entire being, delicious contrast.

On with the only thing the filthy whores and sluts that loiter about the streets of sinifer really care about, what's between those silky, pale thighs? Well, it wouldn't be all too hard to tell, really. The lewd, vast and vile bulge of musky, sweat slathered fuck-flesh was dreadfully hard to conceal, not that she made much effort, allowing her monstrous beast of a knob bounce freely between those deliciously, fleshy thighs for all to see, making a lewd mess of the front of her clothes if she were to become even slightly aroused, seeming to pour a disgusting amount of sloppy mucus from the tip of her cunt-crushing mammoth dick, the lewd bulging outlines of thick, shameless metal being pierced though the entire length easy enough to see through anything she wore, further offering knowledge of it's grotesque existence.